Novel Victoria Novels & Stories

Hearing her answer Alexander walks while Victoria quickly walks to reach him. The two of them walk to the library in Alexander's chamber. Victoria was looking 👀 here and there. The library had so many books, scrolls and files. She didn't know his royal highness was so fond of reading. After a few min, they stop in front of the bookshelf. Alexander looks here and there then gives his hand forward to Victoria. Victoria happily keeps her hand on his hand. Butterflies were dancing on Victoria's heart when she gave her hand to his royal highness.

And at that very moment, deep inside the mansion, Victoria stood alone in the library. Victoria’s gaze settled on an old bookshelf in the corner of the room. For some reason, for the first time in the many years she’d been familiar with the mansion, Victoria suddenly felt as though the shelf were hiding something.

Barely. But inside, frustration was slowly boiling. One evening, he returned home late after a long day. The house was quiet. Too quiet. Then Victoria appeared at the top of the staircase. She wore a silky red lace nightdress that revealed far more than it hid. Her lips curved into a seductive smile. “Long day?” Alexander’s jaw tightened. Over the past weeks, he had successfully avoided every single one of her advances. In his mind, sleeping with her would mean something he refused to accept.

Not outside the perverted, filthy way she needed him. But under the table, with her knees scraping against the cold tile and her heart beating so fast she thought it would stop…she had needed him. And then that bitch walked in. Victoria. Polished, older, perfect uniform, high heels clicking like she owned every hallway. And Eden had let her touch him. Kiss him. He even kissed her back.

It didn't take long for Victoria to gather the few books she needed. “There's still three hours to go,” she muttered, glancing at her watch with its peeling strap. The watch was a memento from her college days, a gift from Chelsea, a best friend who now worked at a well-known hospital in Japan. The memories made her heart ache a little. Since she left Central City in her pregnant condition, Victoria had cut off all lines of communication. Not only out of shame, but also a desire to bury a past full of wounds. “Why am I thinking about this again?” she grumbled, trying to dismiss the thought. She opened her notebook, busy copying information from the books she had collected. Some books she dec

By the end of it, Victoria had achieved exactly what she’d come for: she’d reestablished her narrative in the mind of the woman who could still influence Alexander’s future. As she stepped into her chauffeured car, she allowed herself a small, satisfied breath. She wasn’t defeated. Not yet. She would bide her time. Gather her strength. Wait for the perfect moment. And when it came, she would strike with precision. Because Victoria Laurent had never been the type to surrender.

MAX A scream leaves my lips. I run towards her, my heart racing, fear a bitter taste in my mouth. Victoria is sprawled on the rock, unconscious, blood seeping from her mouth and ears, her body limp. She is dressed in the mating robes and she had been probably waiting for m. I start checking for injuries but I see none. It is almost as if she was suddenly seized by an illness. I put my ear to her chest and hear a death rattle.

It's real. Naomi pushed Victoria causing her to stumble slightly before regaining her balance. "What was that for?" Victoria blinked in shock. "I'm sorry. It just felt wrong. There's someone I—" "Naomi, what the hell? Did you dream about a character from those novels again?" "No... I mean, yes. I don't know. It all felt so real. It... You won't understand," She tried to explain but saying it out loud would make Victoria think she had gone nuts.

He began to get dressed and after saying goodbye he left her alone. Victoria sucked in a breath and tried not to cry. But she was already crying her eyes out. Between tears and more tears she ended up falling completely asleep. The next day she woke up to the rays of light that filtered through the huge windows in her room. She squeezed her eyelids shut before trying again to blink several times to get used to the light. She got to her feet and prepared to leave. When she was in the elevator her call came, it was that millionaire with whom she had spent a different night marking a before and after in her life. She didn't want to take it, she thought too long before sliding her finger on the

“It’s nothing. Just an old book.” He raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. “You want it? Pick anything you want. Consider it a gift.” I blinked, caught off guard. I opened my mouth to refuse, but before I could say a word, Victoria was suddenly beside me, her eyes narrowing as she spotted the book in my hands. “Oh, how adorable!” she cooed, her voice dripping with fake kindness. “Ellie, you have such… simple tastes.” She reached out, snatching the book from me with a sneer. “I’ll buy it. For double the price.”